collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Hope it’s ok to post this here! I’m starting a new sub for erotica readers and writers to share their love of erotic literature. It’s not meant for posting erotica or discussing the business of publishing erotica but just to share and discuss the works that we love.
[r/EroticaBookClub](https://www.reddit.com/r/EroticaBookClub/)
“You could have warned me!” she scolds me, as she looks up at me with a slight smirk on her face; I laugh and poke her in the mouth with my now slightly deflated member smearing my spunk across her face. she punishes me by darting her tongue out and licking the super sensitive tip of my penis. i respond by leaning in closer and pulling her slimy smiling face further into my crotch and moan as she takes me into her mouth and slurps roughly on me. The thought comes to me that i am happy to have this wonderful woman that will put up with me and indulge these fantasies of mine, and seemingly enjoy them as well. I pause and think back to the beginning… it feels like so long ago and yet the grand rush of our passion is such a poor indicator of time.
Hi gang,
I’m soon to attend an erotica reading night and I’m looking for some suggestions of stories I can take to read.
I’m male, so works from a male point of view/voice are ideal – something with a bit of kink/bondage edge would be perfect!
Currently planning to take one of Michael Faudet’s little bits of prose, but also want something a bit.. steamier?
Any suggestions?
“Where’d you find this shit healer?” asked Mage.
“I told you,” Hunter grumbled, “she’s the only one who answered the ad…no one does this dungeon anymore.”
“We’d be done by now if you found someone who wasn’t a freak. I want to sleep in a bed tonight, you know,” Rogue interjected.
“Would you two shut the FUCK up?” came a stern warning from Tank, “I’m about ready to nut in this whore’s throat.”
The party had been in this dungeon for almost two hours now. Usually, such an experienced group of adventurers would be done in about half an hour but the healer the had taken along, an elven priestess with wide eyes, droopy ears and a mousy voice had a bit of an unfortunate quirk.
After being silenced by Tank, a tall, burly scarred man with sun-tanned skin, the party fell silent. The uneasy conversation had been replaced with his low moans and intermittent grunts of pleasure. He was currently leaning against the cave wall, apparently unfazed by the dampness on his back as one of his large hands gripped the blue hair of the elf that knelt in front of him.
Story from https://samanthasummersinstitute.org/community/forced-bi-cuckolding/real-cuckold-stories/#post-308 which includes Part II.
So first post here, please let me know if I screwed something up. This is a episodic bit of erotica I wrote awhile back. Writing erotica is something that I have liked to do from time to time to be able to express ideas and to convey desires. It was one of the ways I could tell my partners what I like without it feeling like a text book…
I hope you like and I’ll post the rest of the parts over the next few weeks.
The Hunt Part 1, The Arrival
“It says everyone is to gather at the main pavilion at noon for lunch and they will go over the rules of the hunt” my wife said as she sat on the edge of the back of the jeep, her feet resting on the bumper as she looked over the packet we received when we checked in. We were at a private, members-only campground in northern Michigan. We had just recently joined the club, and if I was honest with myself it was mostly for access to this campground. It was 50 acres of woods and clearings located near the Manistee National Forest. There were streams and hiking trails that meander throughout the property. When I read that access to this property was included in the membership, it jumped this club to the top of our list when we were looking into joining the local alternative lifestyle’s scene. I was busy finishing setting up our cabin style tent in our campsite as she went over the packet of info for the weekend.
Lady Cairstine was laughing and dancing around the Maypole with several other women, some noble born like her, and some of the common folk from the village. It was harvest and the festival was in full swing. Breathless from the exertion, she went for her wine which was sitting on the trestle table set up for her family. Drinking deeply from her cup, she had looked up to see a man standing in the doorway of the blacksmith’s shop, shirtless, with arms crossed, watching her intently. She quickly looked away but was taken aback by the way the muscle in his arms bulged as he stood there leaning on the door-frame. Her eyes had captured the strong set of his shoulders and the brown hair that covered his chest before she had looked away. Her stomach flipped around, and she cursed herself for acting like one of the girls that were out there flipping their hair and fluttering their eyelashes at the various young men of the village. She was no girl. Widowed and a mother of three, she had said goodbye to the days of fluttering eyelashes a long time ago.
For over a thousand years, the growth of urbanization and industrialization has all but destroyed many forests around the world. The more humans advanced, the more they destroyed the world around them. Many woodland type creatures have either been trapped inside preserved wildlife areas or gone extinct as a result.
Unfortunately, though, there are creatures mostly unseen by human eyes who are also dying out as they lose their homes. These creatures, of course, are fairies. Governed by spirits of nature they were strictly forbidden to commune with humans due to the apparent lack of respect of the earth that they held. For this reason, fairies were seen merely as creatures of myth or folklore in modern times, and if one were to make itself known to human eyes, they could be captured for experiments or worse.
One day, Arianna, a lone woodland fairy, traveled nearby lands looking for another fairy colonization. Most of her tribe had died out with the loss of its home and no longer heard the call of the spirits around them. Those that survived decided to disperse and search neighboring lands for signs of other fairy life and would call to each other if they found anything. Without the power of the woodland spirits filling them, their lives were falling short, and Arianna felt it. She slowly fell to the ground as she lost the energy to fly.
The end of the day was creeping ever nearer and Kate couldn’t wait. All day she had eyed the clock on the other side of her uncle’s antique shop rolling her fingers on the side of the cash register. “5:00 pm”, it displayed seemingly teasing her as the last thirty minutes of her shift slowed to a crawl. She couldn’t complain too much since it helped pay for college and it was only for the summer after all.
The store was all but vacant, so Kate walked around to check things out. It had been a year after all since she had started and there were possibly new items she had yet seen. As she neared the back, a black Gothic antique mirror caught her eye. It was a full-length mirror nearing her height from the floor and had cobras carved into the sides.
*I have other works on my Deviant Art page if you wanna check them out :).* [*https://www.deviantart.com/calx86*](https://www.deviantart.com/calx86)
*This is a slightly modified version of one of my chapters to Enchanted Panties. I plan on rewriting the series and this chapter was somewhat out of place for that particular story but I wanted to keep Brian’s story. In this modified version, the story is written as a spin-off of Night of the Living Pussy. There may be more to this story in the future. Hope you guys enjoy :).*
Pleased with her achievement on Stephanie, the mischievous little lust fairy Arianna had her sights set on a department store manager at the name of Brian, who was in his mid-twenties and had lost hope finding love. Arianna had stolen a pocket pussy from a local sex toy shop and brought it to life with her magic. She sent it out in the middle of the night to sneak into the store.
“Go my new pet. Show Brain the time of his life.” Arianna giggled as she flew off into the night.